Hearing this, Ye Qiutang was stunned, and then he was about to poke another hole with his finger, but Jiang Cheng stopped him, "Don't move, the lesson you learned last time was not enough!"
Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen into the tricks of the Taoist priests in the Gongde Hall before. If there hadn't been a fat man who didn't fall for the trick, things would have been in trouble.
Asking the fat man to hide away, Jiang Cheng leaned in front of the small hole and looked inside. Slowly, his breathing became faster. The fat man was right, that monk was indeed Song Tianming!
However, Song Tianming was obviously not a living person at this moment. His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were one big and one small, and his eyes lacked any brilliance.
Song Tianming walked out of the darkness stiffly, his expression exactly the same as before his death. What surprised Jiang Cheng was that he was still holding an extinguished candlestick in his hand.
After meeting Song Tianming, the identities of the other six monks with their backs turned to the monks were revealed. They were the six people who died before.
But what Jiang Cheng didn't understand was why these dead people appeared here, and looking at them, they looked like they were worshiping Buddha.
This is the first time Jiang Cheng has seen this kind of saying that a dead person worships Buddha.
Just when Jiang Cheng was about to get out of the way and let the eager Ye Qiutang take a look at the situation, an accident happened. The dead Song Tianming suddenly turned around and his eyes happened to meet Jiang Cheng's eyes.
The next second, indescribable malice overflowed from those empty eyes. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his whole body had gone cold, and his hands and feet became uncontrollably stiff. Countless bizarre scenes were forced into his mind. , it was a bloody sacrificial ceremony, with the men holding their swollen bellies in their hands, struggling and wailing in the underground cave.
Their hands and feet were tied, and a woman with a big waist and a big waist used a masonry knife to cover their bodies with mud layer by layer, first the body, then the hands and feet, and finally the head.
Because their hands and feet had been broken long ago, these men struggled like bloated flesh worms. The scene was horrifying and miserable, and the wailing sounds echoed in the small cave. All this made people despair.
Immediately afterwards, four figures, including Song Tianming, came towards them with strange and fast steps.
"Deng Deng Deng."
"Quick! Take me away!" Jiang Cheng couldn't move and could only growl.
At this moment, Fatty Ye Qiutang also realized that something was wrong. While turning around, Fatty used his hands to pull Jiang Cheng, but he didn't pull at all.
Listening to the increasingly rapid footsteps, the fat man lowered his body, hugged Jiang Cheng's waist and slowly exerted force, trying to lift Jiang Cheng on his shoulders like pulling up a weeping willow, but Jiang Cheng's feet seemed to be welded. On the ground.
Soon the fat man didn't dare to exert any more force because he could already hear the sound of the bones in Jiang Cheng's body.
"Quickly leave!" Jiang Cheng yelled, "Everyone who can leave counts!"
The fat man's eyes suddenly turned red. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to kick down the screen and fight with the ghosts rushing towards him.
Ye Qiutang stopped the fat man and said, "Don't be impulsive. Don't be afraid of leaving the mountains behind..."
"Go away!"
The fat man broke away from Ye Qiutang. At this time, the four figures had arrived behind the screen. The candlelight reflected the four stiff figures on the screen. The scene was indescribably weird.
Ye Qiutang glanced at Jiangcheng one last time, turned around and ran away.
Four figures quickly walked around the screen, leaning their upper bodies forward towards Jiangcheng. Looking at the four people at close range, the fat man punched them. The target he chose was Song Tianming. After all, this old guy had the highest moral standards when he was alive. , these ghost things are all controlled by him.
The fat man's punch landed firmly on Song Tianming's face. The next second, the fat man's expression suddenly changed. The severe pain made the corner of his mouth twitch, and the punch seemed to hit a wall.
What's even weirder is that Song Tianming and the others completely ignored the fat man in front of him, walked directly around him, found Jiang Cheng, and then quickly lifted Jiang Cheng's limbs and carried him back.
Just when the fat man was stunned on the spot, Ye Qiutang, who had run out the door, rushed back. She grabbed the fat man's arm and dragged him out desperately, "Quick... let's go! If you don't go, it will be your turn next!" "
The two of them retreated outside the Buddhist temple. Before they could rest, they suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing in the distance.
The voice was loud and deep, as if it could wash away all the confusion in people's hearts.
Subconsciously following the sound, Ye Qiutang's eyes were filled with joy, "The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion has appeared!"
I saw that the stone wall road that originally had only two options, the Buddhist Temple and Merit Hall, disappeared, and lights lit up in a distant place, which was the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Wang Fugui, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion first. As long as the feng shui of this ghost temple is broken, he still has a chance to survive in Jiangcheng!" Ye Qiutang's excited voice was trembling, and the successive encounters also made her mentally tense. , and now we finally see hope.
"Survival? How can I survive on your own?" The fat man mercilessly shook off Ye Qiutang's hand, "Without my brother, you will die if you go to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion!"
"I......"
Ignoring Ye Qiutang's next words, the fat man ran alone towards the other direction of the Buddhist temple, where there was a half-open window.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qiutang finally retracted his gaze from the Scripture Collection Pavilion and came to the fat man's side.
Through the gap in the middle of the window, Fatty saw four dead men dressed as monks curling up Jiang Cheng's stiff limbs and then making him kneel on a futon in a weird posture.
What made Fatty quietly relieved was that they did not harm Jiang Cheng immediately.
Song Tianming brought the candlestick, placed it diagonally in front of Jiangcheng, and then lit it.
As the candlelight lit up, that part of the darkness was dissipated, and the fat man noticed that there were two futons beside Jiang Cheng.
On the wall in front of them, there was a huge white cylinder that looked like paper. The cylinder was almost as high as the wall.
Soon, Song Tianming and others also knelt down on their futons in the same posture as Jiang Cheng. As the sound of tapping the wooden fish became faster and faster, eight people including Jiang Cheng jumped forward at the same time, falling to the ground. , and the white paper cylinder in front of them slowly unfolded to both sides.
"hiss--"
The fat man slowly opened his eyes. He never expected that the white paper cylinder was actually a painting.
The size of the scroll is quite exaggerated, it is several meters tall in the vertical direction, and when fully unfolded, it covers an entire wall.
But the fat man couldn't understand the content of the painting. It was a broken bridge, but now there were only a few piers left standing, which looked quite dilapidated. The rest was mostly dark, but it wasn't like that. Pure black, but a deep feeling. In short, after looking at it for a long time, it feels like you are sinking into it, which makes people very uncomfortable.
Under the bridge, a waning moon hung on the dark background.
But why does the moon appear under the bridge?
The fat man soon understood that the darkness under the bridge was not the night, but the river water, and the waning moon was reflected in the water.
